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29 June 2013

'Haikyo' - Abandoned Places

I have always had a fascination for
abandoned places. I’m not exactly sure how or when this fascination first
arose. There are plenty of places where my initial interest could have been
piqued – the empty warehouses of London’s Docklands in the 1980s; a
semi-derelict roadstone processing plant in Cornwall; an abandoned hospital near
my grandparents’ cottage; a forgotten garage near my own house which was chock
full of dusty old furniture … If I think about it, there are umpteen possible starting points. But
it’s a fascination which has never waned.

Last Saturday I visited The Museum
of London Docklands’ current ‘Estuary’ exhibition and found myself completely absorbed
for an afternoon in a series of artworks (several of which were slideshows or
video installations) which chart the flow of the River Thames to its lowest
reaches where it meets the open sea. The exhibition is a fascinating meditation
on machinery, mudflats, and the ever changing tides of time and history. One particular
piece which hooked me was a 30 minute twin screen slideshow by the artist
Stephen Turner, titled ‘Seafort Project, 2005’. During the late summer of that
year he took up residence entirely alone on one of the old rusting towers of
the Maunsell Fort at Shivering Sands for 36 days, photographing the place and
penning a kind of diary of his ‘artistic exploration of isolation.’ His 36 days
apparently paralleled the average length of a tour of duty on the seafort during the Second World War. Long since abandoned they now stand as strange,
beguiling rusty metal boxes on legs, almost unworldly – like something out of a
John Christopher novel or the stilled sentinels of H.G. Wells’War of the Worlds. Clearly I’m not the
only one with a fascination for these kinds of odd and abandoned relics.

Relics and ruins are certainly my
thing – that’s how I ended up studying history and working in archaeology. My
fascination with history started when I was young, my grandfather and I used to
go out hunting for old abandoned Second World War ‘pillboxes.’ It’s a hobby
I’ve not given up. I regularly find myself playing ‘I Spy’ out of car or train
windows, spotting the squat little concrete buildings with their rifle
peepholes hiding at the bends of roads or perched discretely beside bridges on
railway embankments. I even found some in the hills around Taipei and nearly
got into trouble when peeping into one I discovered evidence that Taiwanese soldiers
were still actively using some!

There’s undoubtedly (for certain
types of people) a kind of mesmeric allure surrounding ruins and relics –
modern, industrial ruins in particular have a distinctive atmosphere – they are
forlornly evocative of corroding past worlds, of global war, or past visions of
nuclear fallout, and, as such, they might seem like sounding boards for the echoes
of future dystopias brought on by impending environmental disasters. Such
things – real or imagined – think of Chernobyl or Fukushima, the novels of J.G. Ballard or even Pixar’s Wall.E. What
captivates the mind about these places is the lingering memory ghosts which seem
to inhabit their former realities. We peer gingerly into them, wondering what
kind of places they were, imagining what they were once like, trying to see the
people within their empty and forsaken hollow shells. These are potent places,
perhaps because they are not too far removed in time. They remain tangible to
the imagination in a way which older, more distant ruins often aren’t –
possibly because they are more often left largely intact. The connections are
often more visceral. They are a kind of paradise for the rampant historical or
futuristic imagination – which is to say nothing of the added frisson which might come from the fact
that these sorts of places might not necessarily be open to proper public perusal.

A quick whiz around the internet
will suffice to demonstrate that my own modest fascination with what the
Japanese term as ‘haikyo’ (廃虚) – ‘ruins’, or ‘abandoned
places’, has been elevated by some people into something more of a passionate calling
rather than a mere idle hobby. There are many ‘UrbEx’ devotees of the art they
term ‘Urban Exploration’, or its closely allied subterranean aspect,
‘Spelunking’*. These Urban Explorers abide by a simple code which encapsulates
the ethos of their pursuits:

“Take
nothing but photographs, leave nothing but footprints.”

When I was living
in Japan quite by chance I came across a book of photographs of a place which
must surely be the embodiment of every dedicated ‘UrbEx’ adventurer’s El Dorado: Hashima (端島). Located around 9 miles off
the coast of Nagasaki. Hashima is also known as Gunkanjima (軍艦島),
‘battleship island’, because it is a rocky outcrop which had once been
completely urbanised by a mining community – every inch of the island had been
built upon – and so when viewed on the horizon the island looks rather
reminiscent of an old ironclad warship. The island is now completely
uninhabited. Its apartment blocks stand empty, filled with decaying TV sets and
rotting furniture; rusty bicycles still stand propped against peeling walls in
weed infested, rubbish strewn streets. There was no disaster here, the place
was simply abandoned when the mining operation closed down in 1974, but it now
looks rather like a world abandoned in an unexplained rush. These days the odd
tour party occasionally lands there and reconnoitres this derelict world –
photos taken by these visitors are increasingly being disseminated via books,
such as the one I stumbled upon, or websites. I suppose the Maunsell Forts are
Britain’s equivalent of Gunkanjima, an abandoned and isolated world, lost
somewhere out at sea.

It’s rather hard to capture or
describe the fascination for finding and exploring these types of places.
Photography does a good job, but really the fascination is a feeling. Halfway between inquisitive curiosity and the spooky,
fearfulness of the unknown. I can see why it can become readily addictive for
some people, but I’m more of an opportunist in these matters – not a dedicated
‘UrbEx’ adventurer who actively seeks to infiltrate the places which are deemed
off-limits. I’ll certainly hunt out ‘tumuli’ marked on OS Maps, or try to peer
through holes in boarded up windows – the historian in me will always be
curious to know more. I can never pass holes dug as part of road or demolition
works without nosily peering in to see what soil fills, cobbles, or old
brickwork might have been exposed. I’ll always hunt around in local history
books and sometimes archives, or ask locals who look old enough to know or
possibly even remember what some particular place once was and why it might
have been abandoned. These places are always worth photographing or noting
down, it’s easy to see how things which are current and immediate can soon slip
into unfathomable ruin and eventually become lost in dereliction. I recently
read of an old Soviet military base in East Germany – Vogelsang – which is now gently being reclaimed by the surrounding
forest. It was a base which had housed nuclear warheads during the cold war.
The journalist seemed chilled by the possibilities of the obvious ‘what if’
scenario, yet I was further struck by the fact that this place was actually still
occupied by the Red Army (and to some degree still operational) during my first
visits to the former GDR in 1991 and 1993. I was struck by how quickly (at
least in my reckoning of the years) such a place could fall into such decay.
What was vaguely sinister in the remnants of such dereliction to the reporting
journalist was to some degree a living memory for me. It can be a shock how
quickly some things can become ‘history.’

These pockets of forgotten time
which such places embody appeal to an aesthetic sense of desolation too.
Discovering and exploring such places is often a quest for empty presences.
Rachel Lichtenstein and Ian Sinclair’s chronicle and meditation on the
abandoned room of David Rodinsky (first published in 1999) is a masterful and
moving example.

Cities are endless labyrinths for the inquisitive individual.
For me, urban exploration is a natural extension of my historical,
anthropological, and archaeological curiosity. It’s all about seeking out the
unseen and the forgotten, a process of re-finding and re-informing.

These
are a selection of related websites with interesting and artistic images, or
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